Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Raincoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.